After purchasing some new boots to help me walk more upright and put less pressure on my spine, I slipped on some Jell-o and hit my head, then dreamed that I saw angels with the most extraordinary boobies calling to me.. then I woke up.

After purchasing some new boots to help me walk more upright and put less pressure on my spine, I slipped on some Jell-o and hit my head, then dreamed that I saw angels with the most extraordinary boobies calling to me.. then I woke up.

Next 5:Ronald ReaganpineappleWindows 95dysenteryorangutan

My ourangutan, suffering from dysentery, pulled up a picture of Ronald Reagan on my Windows 95, causing the poor beast to vomit up the pineapple he'd had for lunch.

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submarineautoeroticismclaymorepulchritudeRay-Bans

Logged

If it's true what they say, that GOD created us in His image, then why should we not love creating, and why should we not continue to do so, as carefully and ethically as we can, on whatever scale we're capable of?

The choice is simple; refuse to create, and refuse to grow, or build, with care and love.

Now look here, you might possess great pulchritude when you're posing there in your Ray-Bans, but the submarine is no place for your claymore or autoeroticism.

Pick five more words....anybody.

Logged

If it's true what they say, that GOD created us in His image, then why should we not love creating, and why should we not continue to do so, as carefully and ethically as we can, on whatever scale we're capable of?

The choice is simple; refuse to create, and refuse to grow, or build, with care and love.

Now look here, you might possess great pulchritude when you're posing there in your Ray-Bans, but the submarine is no place for your claymore or autoeroticism.

Pick five more words....anybody.

MisterShuffleDaisiesMudLiving

Logged

"The basic plot is that Donna Speir and Hope Marie Carlton, the two undercover DEA agent Playboy Playmates from the last movie, are still running around in jungle shorts, cowboy boots and spaghetti strap T-shirts, firing their machine guns at drug smugglers, Filipino communist guerrillas, and corrupt federal agents while their two friends, Lisa London and Miss May 1984 Patty Duffek, lounge around the pool a lot and talk on speaker phones that look like fax machines."-Joe Bob on SAVAGE BEACH

As the mournful foghorn sounded in the distance, I spat a half-chewed piece of pineapple at my wife's cleavage, but she stood suddenly and it hit her trousers instead, staining the Pokemon cards in her hip pocket.

I was shoving 2 halves of a potato up my nostrils and got them lodged in my uvula; as I started choking I raced to the nearest Brazilian library to get information on how to save my life, but by the time I got there I died.

The Umbrella was fine until the outboard of our boat blew up, with the smoke prancing around us while Joe gave a solemn look at the situation, then said that we shouldn't have used adhesive to keep the pistons together.